1. Alas, should I weep over a rock when a rock is our support?
When war rages and its bitterness continues,

2. Its squadrons set up and they supported each other
Against its ruggedness until its difficulty eased

3. With a lightning bolt of death in it, clamoring,
Its shoulders poisoned and its throat slit.

4. It inspired with it and stopped the bloodshed and its thunder
Their zeal, the zeal of few heroes was diminished.

5. So a rock, in front of it is the battlefield in its entirety,
And a rock, when men betray, makes it fly

6. From the high plateau, not like Al-Safa
Its purity, and not like rocks are its rocks.

7. It has ledges that cannot be reached and a shoulder
Inaccessible to those who would stir it up.

8. It has two outstretched wings of glory, so a useful palm
And another at the edges of the canal slit its throats.

9. He whom war raised is not well-fed
If one day its ferocity turns away from it.

10. When it rains down for the cave, and is certain of
With it the ones with spears who perforate it.